“How you feel about marrying me?” he asked in my ear.
“How I feel is, Vegas is a six hour drive away so that’s not outside checking off our to do list for tomorrow. That and stopping by the grocery store so I have Cocoa Puffs.”
Creed’s arms squeezed me reflexively.
Then he burst out laughing.
Then he picked me up and threw me on the bed and, as I bounced, he put a knee in and joined me. He tagged the ring case, pulled out the ring, threw the case aside, shoved the ring on my finger and, eyes on mine, he kissed it.
My heart swelled.
Then he used his hand around mine to yank me to him.
Other things swelled.
Then he made love to me on a bed of rose petals.
Seriously.
My man.
Was.
Genius.
* * * * *
Three weeks later…
I was pacing the bathroom, phone to my ear, white stick in my hand.
“Nothing’s happening,” I told Charlene.
“Honey, you just peed on it. I heard you. And, by the way, I love you but I never want to hear you peeing again.”
“Charlene, you’ve heard me peeing in bathroom stalls in bars. This is no different,” I replied.
“Oh, right,” she mumbled then, “Adam’s here. You want to talk to him?”
“No!” I hissed. “I’m waiting for a plus sign, Charlene. I love him but I can’t talk to Adam while waiting for a plus sign on a pregnancy test. Jeez.”
“Oh, right,” she mumbled then I heard her cover the phone but not well because I also heard her say, “You can talk to Sylvie next time she calls, okay, honey?”
“Okay, Mom,” I heard Adam say then a shouted, “Hi Sylvie!”
God I loved that kid.
I couldn’t think of that now. I was busy staring at a plastic stick.
Charlene came back to me. “Anything?”
“No,” I answered.
“Give it time.”
Fuck. The suspense was killing me.
“Should I shake it?” I asked.